January 2011
This song kills me every time.
Your words are like knives They peel my skin and pierce my soul Your body will burn tonight Though your heart may still remain cold And I blame myself And I blame myself If holding onto what I hope will keep you by my side I will blame myself The sheets are stained with Memories of your soft kiss Now this is all I have Paper and pen to remember you with And I blame myself And I blame myself...
